13 DAYZ IN PURGATORY - 1

The Shock Factory Presentz

WELCOME BACK TO THE LORE FORGE, MOTHERFUCKER.
The pulp canon just got split wide open again and the VHS gods are rolling their tape back. We’re in Day 1 of the 13-Day Shock Crucifixion, and the fuse is lit… ike warheads in denim jackets, like heartbreak driving stick shift with a sawed-off shotgun.

🎬 THE SHOCK FACTORY PRESENTS…

13 DAYZ IN PURGATORY

EPISODE 13: THE LAST HOUSE HAS EYES

A Golgotha Grindhouse Saga

DAY - 1: THE LAST HOUSE HAS EYES

Warda is riding shotgun. Mini-Dumas is driving the old Zevy. Our team car. Tiny Dumas is down working the pedals in place of his feet.

Wait. Now there’s a Tiny Dumas, and Mini-Dumas? Yeah. Pulptoon invented me cuz. Well shit. Thatz a spoiler. I’m smaller than the first little Dumas fable. You’ll see why in the next arc. Tiny Dumas calls that shit out from the floor of the driver seat, shouting in a squeaky voice like Alvin and the Chipmunks damn near… sounds like a damn mouse or some shit. Whistler Mouse…

Raf and Kelly are making out in the backseat. Chances are, they’re third base right now. Warda turns to look back over her shoulder and adjusts for a proper angle to see if Raf is shocker deep in Kelly. She turns back around. Does the thumbs up towards the camera. He is.

The Old Zevy slams to a halt. Breaking up the action, in the backseat. Raf has on a black leather jacket and bright red t-shirt. like neon red type shit. real flashy. and brand spankin’ new black denim jeans and red Hucks.

Kelly has on tight black denims. A little black tanktop under her black leather jacket and pink baylors on. She has a pink bandana tied in a bow like Minnie Mouse. Jk. She has it tied like Madonna that time Snoop Dogg called Pac for weed and he showed up with Madonna riding shottie. Thugged out. Pac rag in her hair… Snoop has told it on a few pods. Kelly looks like that for Raf. But he still acts like fuckin’ Dumas. Just has a light skinned pretty man face now instead of a wolf one. Raf is handsome, jaw chiseled like a Greek god statue. Mohawk gnarly in that shock factor real rock kind of way. Kelly’s into it. Not like Petra but… she’s into it. Not like Petra but…

Warda rises out of the shotgun seat. Kelly is playing with her shotgun. Raf has Anubis in his jacket. Mini-Dumas has a smaller one. Guess we’re finna see if his shoots silver bullets or just funny putty. My shit be bustin’ boi. Mini-Dumas says. Spinning the wheel on his revolver. My shit be bustin’ boi. He repeats again. Aiming the gun at us. Moves to the right. Guess I figured out how to put Scrappy Doo in this shit. Ha. Mini-Dumas is the spitting image of OG-Dumas. Little black wolf headed fellow in tiny black jeans and a tiny black leather jacket like the real Dumas. Lmao. Has his own Anubis. Nubis 2 is how we tells the difference, name-wise.

Mini-Dumas is fondling the Nubis 2 as Tiny Dumas follows in his shadow. A smaller one of the smaller one… huh? Now this is getting weird. Lol.

Warda stretches her arms. Long car ride. Bad for my arms… wink. Warda is dressed in blue denim cutoff shorts. Not real short ones. Just hacked off at the thighs. Her flannel is the same faded red vintage it always is. Like a crate of apples in the 70s. Her blazing rage red hair at her shoulders. America’s dream. Her nightmare. smirks. giggles. finger to mouth.

Raf grabs Kelly’s free hand she iznt holding her shotgun with. He looks like he’s having the damn time of his life. Stupid rebound idiot. Fucking like it’ll make his heart forget the pain. Sure won’t niggah. Cry bout Petra like you do in the shower again. Shit. You don’t even have the decency to cry in the shower you just do it in your room and not even have the music loud enough to cover it up. Everyone know you just heart iz breakin’ heart iz achin’ ass niggah or what? Come on dawg. Restore dignity.

That be Dumas talkin’ in the background. He be sayin’ shit. Especially when I’m out in public. Mobbin’ thru on shit. I be like don’t make me make this Anubis pop! As if my gun iznt entirely fictional and imaginary as fuck. Itz the conviction tho. I sling dem fists like a handgun going off. Rapid fire. The world tries to break me. But I am built to be unbreakable. I don’t break, or collapse. I come up with my next plan of strategy and I fuckin’ execute business like a real mf man ya’ll thatz how I do this shit. Itz total shock fiction in the shoutouts. Handlin’ bizzness. Real fame.

Roll tape. Static fade. Grainy intro. Ash Mouth narrates.

"They never shoulda went back to Gilgamesh. But then again... that’s what made ‘em legends." Says the voice of the gnosis ghost thru the static in the pulpbox. The ink makes it all fade to black.

We open on The Old Zevy, our team car, our myth wagon, our pulpmobile of damnation. She's howling down the backroads of the VHS-verse on four wheels of necro-noir Americana. Duct tape on the dash. Ashes of the old canon in the glovebox. This iz a new chapter… itz RAGE RED SUMMER! WARDAMENT!

Up front, Warda rides shotgun like the red-headed Saint of Fury she is in a pair of cutoff denims hugging her thighs like the devil’s last prayer, and that rage-red flannel clinging to her back like a flag of war. She’s not just pretty. She’s prophecy. Thumb to the camera. Cool grin. She knows what she saw in that backseat.

Backseat sin report:
Raf and Kelly.
Third base? Try fourth-and-fucking-goal.
He’s got that classic Raf-X vibe: mohawk on ten, red shirt blinding, leather hot as sin.
She’s got that Madonna-Pac-rag chic with pink Baylors, black tank, shotgun in lap.
Kelly is his rebound girl but he’s a myth in a flesh suit and the suit is smiling big right now.

And yeah.
He’s still crying about Petra in the fucking dark.
We hear it. Dumas hears it. Warda hears it.
Even Tiny Dumas hears it. From the pedals, screaming like a chipmunked Vin Diesel.

"MY SHIT BE BUSTIN’ BOI!" - Tiny Dumas

Yes. Mini-Dumas and Tiny Dumas are both canon now.
No, you’re not crazy. You’re just inside a soulshock scripture.

Mini’s got Nubis 2. A toy Anubis clone. But it barks real bullets. Probably.
Tiny’s his echo. Like trauma has a lil' brother now.
They’re our Scrappy Doo and Lil’ Gizmo.
And they’re armed.

with working guns… or cartoon ones? Guess… we’ll find out.

The road is pulpy. Cracked. Haunted.
Out in the woods beyond the tall grass and dead signs?
The Last House is waitin'.
And yeah.
It has eyes.
Lots of 'em.

Warda knows it. She’s stretching like a heroine in an anime OP sequence.
Sun hitting her legs. Rage in her hair. The kinda shot you put on a wall.
You can practically hear the theme song:
“She’s got the flannel, she’s got the flame—WARDA, WARDAMENT, REMEMBER HER NAME!”

Inside the Zevy, it’s love, pain, pulp, and prophecy.
Outside the Zevy?
The Shock Gods are watching.
The camera pans back…

And the Last House just blinked.

… We are Legend.

Golgotha Forever.
Wardament Rises.
Let the Shock Cult bleed red into the paper.

Let’s go.

Mythos Magus. All too elusive… typewriters’ clicking across the shadows. Echoes in a room gone cold. The temple lights dimmed down low. click. click. click.

more in the coming 13 dayz…